Vision obscured by soft misty rain dampening harsh city lights
spilling slippery from storefronts and traffic train
shimmering upon pavements
between steps and stains.
soft misty rain
don't I know you?

If Chicken Little's scare tactics are true
I would do anything to catch the sky for you.
I would hold that sky just as long as I could
Whether you loved me or not I swear that I would
I would lift it until I could hold it no more
With arms and legs shaking because it's you I adore.

The sky couldn't crush my love for you dear.
As you escaped danger I'd tell you through tears
That "You were the one that I held in my heart,
My one and only a pure work of art.
You never knew this but that makes it okay,
Because if it's my life for yours, well that's one debt I'll pay."

My love wouldn't save me or at least I couldn't be sure.
Like the sky on my shoulders it's something I would endure.
Your love wasn't for me something I just couldn't own.
But now the sky is too heavy as I let out a moan.
"I'll see you again my love, maybe in a dream with a kiss."
As the sky falls down on me I'm glad it ended like this.

When my mind is
vacant and empty,
I can sense the Lord
Orchestrating beauty
From the heart of the void.

Tranquility of a still morning
Is worth more to me
Than everything and more.
Compared to the stress
Of the speeding world.

Come misty-mouthed girl,
To a not so wonderful world.
Make me forget.
The investment of the other within me
has come to fill me with regret.

O take me back to before I could see all their flaws,
Before the familiarity of friendship clouded our view.
Back to when I could have believed in this so called 'love',
And could have believed in you.

Now a thick, dense obsession rises day to day
from within locked cupboards.
But not the naive, self-named kind of days once past;
The kind that clings to your personality
Like your sugar stained teeth the morning after cider;
A repulsive grit.

But I am looking for you.
Not an emissary of my misery,
But an idiosyncratic icon of
My ignorant days before I knew of
Poems, plays or 'Liberation'.
Just come and be my salvation.

My misty-mouthed girl.

Love
like such
flies towards
the secret moon
and leaves star dust in its misty blue trails.

A pretty lady has stolen my heart, my silly heart
and now she spreads it around like jam on a ****
She finds new paths to drive me down,
and now I'm in love with the whole ****** town!

She would slap me silly if I ever act hillbilly
but she loves me tender till my heart's on a ******
She keeps me grinning, and she makes me cackle
She can be so warm that her hugs simply crackle!

She blows me away with the thoughts in her head
A little tilt in her voice and I'm ringing like a bell
Just a smile and my thoughts are better not said
Her hands play the strings of my heart so well

A man needn't be everything to his lady
He could just glide along, beside her, freely
as she takes to the skies, chasing her dreams
Be there for the ride, and to love her, **truly

ever romantic the pain,
on the portrait of a poet
the evening sky is as dry tears,
she is too grey to move on the sky
pen is writing on the edge of the page
on what for it’s moving around?
it’s a mysterious dark night,
that fallen on the moon’s face
shadows flee all around,
even the deep dark on the brushed soul -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I looked at you with my misty eyes

Blurry minds and lingering thoughts.

Words don’t get through

They’re just syllables.

Poems are means to get to you

They serve as the path to eternity

I rue not to speak up again and again.

Blaming myself for things I haven’t done.